i'm angry
but i'm going to be angry for me. i'm going to be angry enough to consider my interests and forget about yours for once. it's true you didn't ask me to consider anything but you weren't very grateful either and i don't see you freely giving things to others...ever... and that's slowly killing my love of 'random acts of like' and 'the kindness of strangers' and i love loving loving. and i don't want to stop loving loving loving. ...and suddenly i can see why you're confused when i try to explain it :) you aren't particularly conscientious. and i'm not talking about activism that can be photographed and conferences about what we think of corruption (icky bad). you aren't particularly conscientious because the little things don't occur to you. you produce them when you have to, make little lists of them that appear when you're cornered. that's probably your prerogative but i don't have to like it and i certainly do not have to live it i'm going to be angry enough to be fair to myself because a lot of people have put a lot of love in me. years and years of little acts of love. and then when i've sorted out the achey parts inside i'll let this anger go |